Meghan Chase is finally getting used to being the Iron Queen, ruler of the Iron Fey. Her life may be strange, but with former Winter prince Ash by her side at last, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
But when they travel to the Summer and Winter courts’ gathering for Elysium, the oracle from Meghan’s past returns with a dire prophecy: “What you carry will either unite the courts, or it will destroy them.”
Now Meghan faces a devastating choice that may determine the future of all fey—and her and Ash’s unborn child….
A novella from Julie Kagawa’s bestselling Iron Fey series.
Iron’s Prophecy
The Iron Fey
Julie Kagawa
Dear Readers,
When I came to the end of The Iron Knight, I thought I was done with Ash and Meghan’s story. Both had been through so much, endured so much, and sacrificed so much for each other, it didn’t seem fair to put them through any more. They had earned their “happily ever after,” and I wasn’t going to rock the boat for them.
But then, I started thinking: what is life for them like, now that they’re finally together? And a shred of an idea began worming its way through my head. I realized I wasn’t quite done with them yet, that they still had one more story to tell, even if it was just how they’re getting along in the Iron Realm.
But also, there was that one, tiny loose end, the one that came about in The Iron King. One that I hadn’t given much thought to, because at the time I was just writing the first book, and wasn’t thinking too far into the future. But the readers picked up on it instantly, and remembered it throughout the whole series. That line. That one small, innocuous line:
“You will not give it up, even though it will bring you nothing but grief?”
And that was enough to begin one last adventure. This novella is about Ash and Meghan, finally together, facing perhaps their greatest fear. It is a love letter to my fans, for those who wished to know what happened after Ash returned to his Iron Queen, if they are happy, and if the former Winter prince is still the faery he once was or has turned completely mortal. It is also to Team Puck, because no Iron Fey story can be complete without him and a certain cat.
So, to everyone who asked to see Meghan, Ash, Puck, and Grim one more time, this is for you. It’s not goodbye completely, because Ethan Chase’s story is up next, throwing him back into the world of Faery. But it is the final chapter for Ash and Meghan, their epilogue, one that I hope will answer all questions and decide, once and for all, if they get their happily-ever-after.
Julie
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
Darkness surrounded me.
I stood in the center of a familiar room, the walls and shelves covered with the macabre and strange. Snakes floating in jars, teeth scattered among feathers and bones and pestles. A skeleton in a top hat grinning at me from the corner. Frightening, but I wasn’t afraid. I knew this place. I just couldn’t remember from where.
An old wooden rocking chair creaked softly at the edge of the light. It was facing away from me, and I could see a body slumped in the seat, withered arms dangling over the sides. I took a step closer and smelled the decay, the stench of grave dust and rags and ancient newspapers, crumbling in the attic. Walking around to face the chair, I gazed down at the shriveled corpse of an old woman, her nails curved into long, steely talons, her head slumped on her sunken chest.
Then she raised her head, and her eyes burned with black fire as she opened her mouth and breathed the words that stopped my heart in fear.
And I awoke.
* * *
My name is Meghan Chase.
And I’ve been working way too hard, lately.
I lifted my head from my desk, blinking at my computer and the nonsensical words scrolled across the screen. A quick glance at the clock proclaimed it 6:32 a.m. Had I pulled another all-nighter? I yawned, shaking cobwebs from my mind, as memory returned. No, I’d come here only an hour ago, to check the status of the new railroad system that was going up around the Iron Realm. It was a pet project of mine; the Iron Realm, despite being the smallest and newest realm in the Nevernever, was still large and sprawling. It needed a way for its citizens to travel safely and quickly, particularly if they were coming to Mag Tuiredh to see their new queen. The railroad was the perfect solution, though it would be a while before it was finished.
I rubbed my eyes, the remnants of a dream fading from my mind. Something with a skeleton and a creepy old corpse…I couldn’t remember. Maybe I needed to slow down, take a break or a vacation, if the Iron Queen was allowed such things. It wasn’t such an impossible idea now. The Iron Court, despite all the fear and hatred it still faced from the other courts, was doing well. There were a few hiccups, particularly involving the Winter Court, as Tir Na Nog’s boundaries rested very close to Iron, but as a whole things were going far more smoothly and peacefully than I could’ve hoped for.
Which reminded me. Today marked the first day of Winter. The Winter Court Elysium was this afternoon in Tir Na Nog. I groaned at the thought.
At my feet, Beau, my German shepherd, raised his head and thumped his tail hopefully, and I smiled down at him.
“Hey, boy. You need to go out?”
The big dog panted and surged to his feet, wagging his tail. I ruffled his fur and stood, then winced as the floor swayed and a cloud of nausea bloomed in my stomach. Frowning, I put my hand on the desk to steady myself, clenching my jaw until the spell passed. Beau nudged my hand and whined.
I patted his neck, and the sick feeling faded and everything was normal again. “I’m okay, boy,” I assured the dog, who gazed up at me with worried brown eyes. “Working too hard, I guess. Come on, I bet Razor is waiting for his daily game of catch-me-if-you-can.”
We slipped into the hallway of the palace, where I was instantly trailed by several gremlins, tiny Iron fey that lived for trouble and chaos. They laughed and skittered around me, climbing walls and hanging from the ceiling, taunting poor Beau, until we reached the doors that led to the gardens surrounding the palace. As soon as I opened the doors, the gremlins shot through, buzzing challenges, and Beau took off after them, barking like mad. I rolled my eyes and shut the door as quiet returned to the Iron palace, if only temporarily. I couldn’t help but smile as I headed back to my chambers, nodding at the Iron knights who bowed as I passed. This was my life now, crazy and weird and strange and magical, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
* * *
As soon as I wandered back into the bedroom, my gaze strayed to the large bed along the wall and the lump beneath the covers. Pale light streamed through the half-open curtains, settling around the still-sleeping form of a Winter sidhe. Or a former Winter sidhe. Pausing in the door frame, I took advantage of the serene moment just to watch him, a tiny flutter going through my stomach. Sometimes, it was still hard to believe that he was here, that this